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A Second Proposal

Isaac has to be one of the world's sweetest men...and most goofy and onery, but this is about him being sweet:

Isaac woke me up this morning at 5:30 a.m. with a request that I go with him somewhere special. So I got up and went with him on one of his crazy drives. He goes on these crazy drives where he won't tell me where he is taking me and we end up somewhere interesting. This time the interesting place was in Little Cottonwood Canyon. He took me to 'his' rock up one of the trails. There we sat, on top of a huge granite boulder, waiting for the sun to rise. Supposedly, the sunrise was set for 6:01 a.m., but we waited and waited and it didn't happen. Gradually the cool morning air was getting to me and we climbed off the rock. As we hiked back to the car, Isaac suddenly pulled me to a stop and dropped to one knee. He held out my ring (which he had stolen off my finger the night before) and said, "Will you marry me?" The perfect proposal. My response was somewhere between "Duh" and "How sweet!" He said that after I broke up with him four times (who's counting?) he felt it appropriate to propose more than once.

Feelings

Last night, Isaac called me at 4:30 a.m.! I was so out of it that I turned off my phone and rolled over to get some more sleep. It's hard right now to not be around each other...but that is just the way of things. He missed me and wanted to talk. Well, I slept in this morning until 9:30 and then called him back. While we were talking, I realized it was prime time in cellphone hours. Sadly, I cut our conversation short. I miss my Isaac! I hate not having enough minutes to support this desire to talk when we are apart. Just take some deep breaths...39 days left then we don't have to be apart at night and that has implications for the day as well. His home will be my home. I look forward to that day. July 3rd, to be exact.

Moving

So I have finally started packing up my Mary Kay crap to haul back to the makers. I just couldn't sell myself on Mary Kay...and if I can't sell myself, I'm not selling to anyone else. Therefore it is going into boxes to be sent far far away. Hooray!
This is my first moving project. The next is to begin taking all the things I'm not using and packing them into the random pieces of boxes I have. I have to be out and clean up on June 1st, since that is the same day that my room will be moved into. Life is working, but it's also complicating. I only hope I make it to my wedding with all my hair still attached to my head.

Things are Falling into Place

Well, good news on the apartment-hunting-and-getting-rid-of front! Isaac found us a nice apartment in a complex where his friends are living currently. It is a nice little place, with two bedrooms, a nice kitchen with washer/dryer hookups, etc. It is close to trax and close to Isaac's place of employment. Having signed up for that apartment, I began searching for someone to take my place in my apartment. It is such a cute place, I knew it wouldn't be long before I would have a taker. I posted it on craigslist and KSL and had several responses. Some responses were phonies, some were asking too much (like free rent of all things!), and some were just right. So I showed my room to one girl and then my roommate, Eseta, took over from there. Today I got a call from Eseta saying that one of the girls I had scheduled to see my place has decided to make it her home! Yay! So I am free to move out with all of my things starting June 1st. I actually hope to get most of it packed into the truck over the weekend and then start moving on the 1st so that I don't have to be moving out while someone is trying to move in! We will see how this all pans out, but I am so excited about my new place! Everything is falling into place and I couldn't be happier! :)

Commenting Now Enabled

I don't know why the comment portion of my blog here wasn't functioning, but I found a way to make it work. Have fun!

And the Diagnosis Is...

Strep. Yup. First time in my adult life that I have had strep. I'm feeling pretty weird right now...the tylenol I just took is starting to kick down my fever, so I'm having fever-sweats and yeah. I just got onto my antibiotic this morning, so tomorrow morning I will no longer be toxic. Too bad for all the people I came into contact with before then! Isaac especially has been well exposed. Poor guy...hope he doesn't get it. That is the last thing I want is for everyone to get sick because I exposed them. At least I was able to find out about it and get it taken care of.

Meanwhile, the deadline for getting invitations is here (and probably passed) and I haven't had the energy to focus on that. I hope that this evening I will be able to discuss things with my folks (since I am at home in Tooele) and we can arrive to some conclusions about wording and which vendor we will use. The internet has been a great tool and a dreadful one at the same time. There are just too many options available!

And the Bride is Sick

I have some kind of nasty cold right now that is causing my throat to be really really sore. I know it isn't strep...already did a culture and found out it wasn't that. But yeah...nothing crummier than wanting to be accomplishing things (like looking at apartments) and not being able to. I'm running away as a result...going home to spend the weekend with my parents. It will be nice to have some people around.

Engagement Photos

An excellent friend, Jordan Juarez, took these pictures for us around the U of U campus. If you like his work, drop by his blog at jordanjuarezphotography.blogspot.com and take a look!

The Bride's To-Do List

I keep telling myself that all I have to do is breathe deeply.

Last Saturday, Isaac and I went to a drive-in together and watched a double feature. One was called Ghost of Girlfriends Past or some such nonsense. Well, the movie takes place during the preparations for the main character's brother's wedding. The bride is depicted as a girl who barely is keeping it together and snaps into tizzy fits at the slightest provocation. I used to think that all such displays were completely fictional...or at least that I would have it all under control when it was my turn. Ha. Nature is proving otherwise. I have burst into tears randomly on two separate occasions and I still have over a month and a half of our two-month long engagement to go! Isaac was the unfortunate receiver on the other end of my woes last night as we waited for our order at the Belgian Waffle House (excellent place by the way). But yeah, bridezillas DO exist and may even be inside of you, single women.

So, there are so many things to do...like order invitations (yikes!), reserve canopies, tables, chairs, tablecloths, order cakes, buy guestbooks and pens, etc, etc, etc. I feel like I am in a whirlwind and attempting to grasp things as they fly by without being able to. That being said, I have been on the receiving end of so much support that I can't help but say 'Thanks!!!" right now to all of those who have offered their assistance. I love you for your kind thoughtfulness in this stressful time.

Here we are...51 days and counting...

It's Official!

Welcome to the new blog. This is where you will be able to access all news regarding our new venture into becoming an eternal family! So far, so good. Here is the engagement/dating story according to me:

Isaac and I met back in January at a fireside. We started talking and hit it off. I brought him back to my apartment and had him change a lightbulb that was too high for me to reach. We then drank hot cocoa and talked for hours! He and I exchanged phone numbers and saw each other daily for several weeks. After Valentines Day, we had a misunderstanding and parted ways for about a week and a half or two weeks. Then we got back together for a few days. Then we broke up again (I broke up with him...not sure why now). Then we got back together again. This time, when we got back together, I could tell that things were getting serious. I knew how much he loved me and was worried about breaking his heart. We stopped dating for a while so that I could pray and know for myself if this was the right thing. About a week later, a sweet, peaceful feeling came over me as I was praying and pondering over whether or not to marry Isaac. I knew then that yes, I could move forward. So, I called Isaac and we started to spend time together again...this was in April.

Here's my side of the story about the proposal: I started out my morning on Friday, May 1, with a job interview. Afterwards, I went to my friend's sealing in the temple. It was a glorious day...a little cloudy, but nice. It was my first time ever going to a sealing and I could feel the immense power that it brings to the lives of those sealed. I must have been glowing when I came out of the temple. Isaac called me when I was waiting for my friend to come out in her dress. We talked and he ended up joining my friends and I as we waited. He even joined our 'wedding group' for a photo. We then said goodbye to my friends and argued about where we would have our lunch--his place or mine. Then out of the blue, he wanted to go on top of the conference center. I was like, wait a minute. Then we ended up walking all the way around the top without him doing anything unusual. We then came down and started walking towards his car. Then he wanted to walk up these stairs at the back of the conference center and we stood there, on a landing in the middle of the staircase and looked out, talking. I was hungry and wanting to go eat, but every time I suggested we leave he said no. I was getting more and more certain that he was going to propose. Then people kept coming around. A lady was using the stairs for her exercise routine, then the guys with the lawnmowers and weedwhackers were coming around. Finally, they all left. I then spied Isaac grabbing something out of his sock. A white box! Then I said "I saw that." He replied "What? I don't have anything." He tried to hide it between his arm and his chest as he showed me his empty hand. I then pretended to be impatient to leave and finally, he whipped out the box and opened it. I told him he could put the ring on my finger, which he did. We kissed. I then said, "Well, aren't you going to ask me?" To which he replied shyly, "Will you marry me?" I squeaked out a 'yes,' then spoke up more loudly, "Yes." So that is the story of our engagement as I see it.